#the response was ''I can see how you're looking him as like. seeing how he was when he was young'' and it's like no.... no
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thinking about writing a reincarnated/isekai!gojo and reader series...
you and gojo were married in canon/jjk verse.
you’ve seen his mental health deteriorate because of the higher ups and how he’s perceived as a weapon and is a weapon. satoru’s mental health has been descending for a very long time, and by the end, when you’re soullessly watching his dead body projected by mei mei’s crows, you blankly volunteer to be next (ignoring all of kashmo's protests).
can anyone blame you? your life has no purpose anymore. you and satoru were never able to get the life you deserve. late nights spent waiting in bed for your lover, seeing the love of your life get burdened more and more from the weight of his responsibilities, and, in the end, even witnessing him volunteer his own body as if he were a doll, a weapon. you know damn well you're not going to spend the rest of your life replacing the flowers on his grave and try to reform the society that never even cared about satoru anyways.
you don’t last very long fighting sukuna, and you die, praying to whatever merciless god out there that, in another life, you and satoru get the happy ending you both deserved, that he wouldn't be the one that got away—
you wake up from your dream, gasping. you don’t know why it was so vivid; all you remember is that you were some kind of magician? like winx club? harry potter? hunter x hunter? and you had a husband and he WAS SMOKING HOT. also both of you died and you were kind of sad, because he was hot :(
so—as a college student—you head to your first lecture of the year. you’ve decided to switch majors and have to take this dumb math class that’s a gen ed and is filled with people. so you take one of two empty spots remaining.
the lecture goes on, until professor yaga rolls his eyes and suddenly everyone’s heads is turned towards the door, so you just follow the crowd.
and there he is.
a boy with the most stunning white hair and sheepish blue eyes upholding a charming grin, yelling out something undoubtedly snarky while taking his seat, some people dapping him up as he makes his way to the only seat—-the one next to you.
as he’s setting his stuff down, and he turns to look at you. blinks.
A breathless, “Hi.”
And then, your story begins again.
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this is basically me giving you and gojo the rom com you deserve. does he remember you? did he get the same dream as you? and will he call the police if you chase after him, insisting he's your husband and the love of your life? stay tuned! prepare for angst (hurt/comfort), pining, and ridiculously horny reunion sex (at the end after i make you suffer and yearn, of course)
and to my bridgerton!gojo readers, i promise i will publish the first chapter only after chapter ten/eleven of bridgerton!gojo is out <3
#gojo satoru#gojo smut#gojo x reader#gojo x reader smut#satoru smut#satoru gojo x reader#jjk smut#gojo fluff#gojo angst#satoru gojo#satoru gojo angst#gojo x you#jjk fluff#jjk fanfic#fanfic#jjk x reader#jjk gojo#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen x reader#gojo#satoru#jujutsu satoru#aashi writes#jjk x you#gojo satoru x reader#gojo satoru smut#gojo satoru x you#jujutsu kaisen smut#jujutsu kaisen x you
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I am so fucking into you
I've written the fic! I did the thing!! Give it a read here if this sounds like the sorta thing you're into:
Spidey and DP meet and start patrolling together. Bugle employee Peter Parker photographs Deadpool, and they go on a date. It’s all going well, except Wade doesn’t know why Spidey’s started being really flirty back when he’s finally got someone else interested? Why does the universe do mean things to him?
The first scene I wrote, which is actually the ending scene of the fic, was based on the above fricking incredible image that @buboloboogie made. Like, fucking look at it? Are you kidding me with this????? Of course I was inspired by it?? TYSM @buboloboogie for the inspo and for letting me use your art!
It was also inspired by @ksmin-canread's song rec of All Bad by Devon Cole... thank you again Ksmin-canread for the absolutely wonderful rec.
Oh and ALSO civilian photog Peter meeting DP was inspired by this post, originally by @shipverse here.
Sneak preview of the ending (and uhh, soz for the spoiler, I guess? But yeah, they kiss 😏) below:
(Oh so, for context: Wade's inner monologue was inspired by the comics, where there's a yellow speech box and a white speech box for his thoughts. In this fic I use [this style] for the white box character (who's snarky and mean) and {this style} for the yellow box (which are Wade's own thoughts). Hope that's not too confusing!)
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Wade approaches their scheduled meeting place one night, but the alley’s deserted and Spidey’s nowhere to be seen.
“Spidey-babe?”
“Up here, DP.” Wade cranes his neck up, and there's Spidey! He's dangling from a web above him, peering down at him, and Wade suddenly remembers seeing a movie just like this once.
{Shit, that scene was so hot.}
[Wasn’t that movie set in another universe?]
{Yeah, but hotness transcends universes, just like me! And, fuck, was it hot!}
[Think we could convince him to recreate it with us?]
“Oh shit, Spidey, come down here a little more will ya?”
“Huh, what for?” Peter tilts his head to the side slightly, curious.
“I just wanna try something.” He makes grabby hands towards Peter, who hesitatingly lowers himself until he’s within grabbing distance. Wade pulls him a little further down, bringing their chins to align. He peels up the bottom half of his own mask and then reaches out to do the same to Peter, slowly revealing his chin from the bottom half { ...top half really, with this position...} of the mask. Wade pauses, taking in the surrealness of the moment - that Spidey actually trusts him enough to do this - and then, achingly slowly and agonisingly, gently presses his lips to Peter’s. Peter’s hands come up to hold his face, sweetly, lovingly, and kisses him back.
[After all that, and it’s kinda lame actually?]
{Oh, fuck off, it’s not lame! Let me have my moment.}
Clearly Peter doesn’t think it’s lame either, because he gets fucking into it. He groans, and desperately pushes into Wade’s mouth, tongue sweeping against Wade’s lips and seeking access. Wade tilts his head in response, allowing them to slot their mouths together more thoroughly. It’s not enough for Peter as he makes a frustrated kind of noise and pulls back.
“Wha..” Wade starts to say, but then Peter lets go of his web and flips upside down {or is it rightway up?} . He urges forward, pins Wade roughly against the wall, and kisses him frantically, grinding his hips into Wade’s. Wade can feel exactly how into this Peter is, and he moans into Peter’s mouth.
“That was the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me.” Peter says, breathlessly, kissing Wade again.
“I am so fucking into you.” Wade groans.
“I am so fucking into you, too.”
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Hope you liked it! 💚
totally not based on a tiktok that i saw at all no that would be crazy
me when i am in love them fr
#emito#ao3#fanfic#queer#art inspiring writing#spideypool#peter parker x wade wilson#peter parker#wade wilson#adhd peter parker#deadpool thought boxes#ksmin-canread#buboloboogie#songfic rec#devon cole#All Bad#spideypool fic
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Fun fact! This was the real tipping point that made Edgeworth run away after AA1, they just couldn't show it on screen because they didn't have the rights to Chappell Roan's music <3
(A spiritual successor to my "Hot to Go" joke from this post. Image description under the cut below)
[Image ID: a four page black and white comic of characters from ace attorney.
The Judge stands solemnly at his podium holding a gavel "Mr. Miles Edgeworth, you are on trial for the murder of blah blah blah..."
A cheerful Maya Fey leans over to Miles Edgeworth, who is staring straight ahead and looking very concerned
Maya: "Psst! Mr. Edgeworth! If you win your trial, can I show you Chappell Roan?
Miles: "What the hell, sure." Internally he thinks "Oh God I am going to jail"
A box saying "later" in the top corner of the next panel marks the passage of time.
The Judge smiles as he says "I declare you... Not Guilty!"
We see a full body shot of Maya dancing excitedly while Miles looks on, emotionless
Maya: YIPPEE omg you're going to LOVE this
Miles internally thinks "oh no, the consequences of my actions.
We see Miles standing in between Phoenix Wright and Maya looking apprehensive. Maya beams in excitement, while Nick puts a reassuring hand on Miles' shoulder
Miles: Alright, so what is this exactly?
Nick: She's a pop musician Maya really likes
Maya: You promised you'd let me show you, and it's legally binding because you said it in a court room!
Miles: That is not how the law works Ms. Fey
Maya: Shh just listen!
We see a panel of Miles' pensive face concentrating as he listens to "Hot to Go". He thinks to himself "hm".
Another panel zoomed in more. His pensive expression has grown more tense/confused as he listens to "Red Wine Supernova". he again thinks to himself "Hm" in a larger thought bubble.
We zoom out again to see Nick, Miles, and Maya standing together again. Miles stares forward blankly, eyebrows raised. Maya excitedly leans in.
Maya: Ok, that's her whole discography. So! What did you think?
Nick looks at him, waiting for his response
We get a panel of Miles, looking bewildered. He starts to speak "I..."
We cut again to see the three of them standing together.
Miles: I... don't think I like women?
Miles looks shocked and confused. Nick is bent over laughing, using a hand on Miles's shoulder to support himself. Maya looks outraged and appalled!
Maya: MR. EDGEWORTH! Just because you don' like her musi it doesn't give you an excuse to be sexist!
We see a panel of Miles looking stressed and confused. He leans his head on one of his hands, which messes up his hair, showing how he isn't his normal put together self.
Miles: I should rephrase that. What I mean is, Ms. Roan is clearly VERY assured in her feelings towards women. I was... unaware that anyone felt that strongly. I thought we all viewed these things with a vague sense of distaste and unease but collectively ignored it. Like how we do with climate change.
We zoom out again to see the three of them. Miles stands in the middle looking deeply uncomfortable and lost in thought, vibrating with unease. Nick and Maya exchange deeply concerned glances across from him.
With lingering unease, Miles begins to walk away.
Miles: Well, I should be going then. Goodnight.
Nick hesitantly raises a finger to point out an inaccuracy in that statement
Nick: It's four in the afternoon-
he gets interrupted by Miles who repeats firmly: I said Goodnight
Nick looks in the direction Miles walked off in.
Nick: ...He'll be ok, right?
Maya reassures him: Of cours Nick! I mean, what's the worst that can happen?
Jump cut to a closeup of Nick's hand holding Miles' letter which reads Miles Edgeworth chooses death in all caps. Then, below in smaller font, it says Also femininomenon was really good, thanks.
We see a panel of Nick glaring wordlessly at Maya as he holds the letter in his hand. Maya leans against the wall and looks away, whistling, trying to look innocent to avoid blame.
As a bonus, we also have a page that takes place a year later. Miles and Nick stand talking. Miles looks calmer now, and Nick smiles encouragingly.
Miles: In my time in Europe, I've been examining myself and my approach to law. Ultimately, the most important focus must be justice. We owe it to ourselves and to the people we serve
Nick: Wow, that's really inspiring Edgeworth. And, uh, hows the... the other thing going?
We get a zoomed in panel of Miles glaring menacingly at a suddenly nervous Nick
Jumping out again, Miles turns his back to Nick as he continues to talk
Miles: So as I was saying, justice is truly so important...
Nick nervously rubs the back of his neck wearing an awkward expression as he sweats nervously. He thinks to himself internally "Ooookay then, clearly still working through some things there"
/.End ID]
#Miles can handle horrifying truths about the death of his father and the nature of his guardian#but he draws the line at questioning his sexuality!#also. serious moment for a second#I think we focus a lot on moments of queer discovery stemming from attraction to the same sex#like that being the moment of panicked “oh no I'm different”. Which makes sense and is valid!#But I think it's also compelling to explore the opposite but similar twist in your gut that is:#oh my god I don't feel anything in this situation where others do. oh no something something is wrong with me#and this is something that gay and lesbian people have in common with ace and aro people!#I feel such tenderness and kinship to everyone who has been in that situation#and it's why i will never understand why aspec folks are pitted against gay or lesbian representation#we are drawn to the same characters bc we had such similar experiences and isn't that lovely that we can find solace in media?#so NO FIGHTING. We should all be BEST FRIENDS. my brothers in arms. I'd die for you.#all that is to SAY: I personally read edgeworth as asexual and like demiromantic/gay.#but YOU can read him as just gay in this comic if you want <3#Also. i just thought it would be funny if it took a lesbian to make him realize he didn't like women#I think he would have no clue how to react to chappell roan. Same vibe as giving a victorian orphan a baja blast and a crunchwrap supreme#ok sorry shutting up now#ace attorney#ace attorney comic#ace attorney trilogy#gyakuten saiban#phoenix wright#naruhodo ryuichi#miles edgeworth#mitsurugi reiji#maya fey#ayasato mayoi
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✶ . ၄၃ . laundry machines — sam winchester
cw : gn!reader, fluff, poor editing, inexperienced!reader(dating-wise) so sort of shy!reader too, mentions of madison & resulting guilt, implied later seasons sam, kissing, 1.7K words. requested !
summary : you're new to being in a relationship, but sam finds it endearing and is happy to take things slow.
some days are smooth and seamless and like an actual dream come true. others are clumsy, awkward, and make you shy away from being perceived at all. it’s just that this is all quite new to you, and you’re very unsure how to navigate being in a relationship, especially with someone so handsome and lovely. no one’s told you what’s allowed and what isn’t, how you should be acting, what an appropriate response is to the sweet things he does to you.
this all makes you easily flustered, often embarrassed, and yes, you’ll admit it, a bit shy at times. he’s just so tall and steady and you know he’s done this all before, even if the last time he was in a long term relationship was nearly a decade ago. and you’re not even that far from him in regards to age, but you’re somehow so much more lost than he is. it’s nice, because he’s more than willing to take the lead on things, to guide you through it. but sometimes that reminds you of your inexperience, and it sort of makes you wish that you could be a bit better for sam. it almost makes you feel like you’re forcing him to do all the work.
alternatively, sam’s own narrative regarding your inexperience is one of deep fondness, and even a bit of relief. he himself can be awkward and shy, even now and after all he’s been through, but with you, he gets to be the one who’s sure on his feet and smooth and a little easy. secretly, he’s still remembering and figuring out how to do this all. but the little things come to him comfortably enough that, to you, he seems entirely confident and effortless.
“sam?” you call to him from your bedroom. he’s sitting in the living room of your little apartment, content with a cup of tea you’ve made for him. “is it alright if i wash your jacket with my things, too?”
“of course,” he calls back, his voice at its normal level of sweet and kind. you don’t see the huge, endeared grin on his face. he’s not sure why it wouldn’t be alright to wash his jacket with your things. it’s certainly the most logical thing to do, and it’s not as if he’d mind one bit. actually, he likes the idea of his clothes with yours, spinning around and getting tangled together in the washing machine. it’s domestic, soft, and intimate in a simple way. maybe that’s why you asked, he wonders; intimacy makes you a bit timid at times.
with that, his jacket is placed inside your laundry basket. it’s dirty from a hunt. sam wanted to stop by your apartment first thing when it was over by mid morning and he wasn’t too far away. he thinks he flustered you, though, because he forgot to text beforehand. but, you also looked very happy to see him, so he’s sure it’s okay. you had melted right into his kiss, though your hands remained chastely resting on his elbows as he sweetly cupped your face.
now, you’re walking out of the bedroom with your laundry, met with a fond look from sam on the couch.
“i’ll be right back. i just need to get this done by tonight,” you explain as you head to the door to head down to the washing machine in the building’s basement.
“i’ll come with you,” sam says, standing, still wearing his pretty smile. he imagines he’ll have to leave in a few hours, and he’d like to spend every moment until then with you if you’ll let him.
“there’s no need, i’ll only be gone a minute,” you say, only because you don’t want to make him get up and walk down, then back up all those stairs.
his long legs take him to the door in less than a few seconds anyway. “i want to,” he says simply, and you feel silly that it sends your heart pumping extra hard.
“if you insist,” you smile, taking it in stride. sam notices and resists the urge to just sweep you up in his arms and kiss you for a long while. he hasn’t kissed you again since he arrived, but he doesn’t think you’d have as much ease dealing with that without being greatly flustered. he’d probably like to see that, but he’s not a cruel man. you’d argue that he’s the gentlest of them all. he follows you down the stairs because you refuse to let him carry the laundry basket. he’s already silently promising he’ll carry it upstairs once it’s all washed and dried. he’ll help you fold it too, if you’ll let him. he’s not sure if you’ll be alright with him catching a glimpse or two at your underwear.
that makes him think about the time he was about twenty three and madison not-so-subtly showed off her panties to him while folding her laundry on the first day they’d met. she’s a sad memory. a guilty one, too. but he has you in front of him, softly chattering about what you did this morning, and he lets her be a nice memory for today. you give him plenty of nice memories, and he thinks about how he likes the way the two of you take things slow.
you don’t seem to think about the fact that sam can see what you’re putting in the washing machine, and he finds it cute, for no particular reason. he finds it cute when you’re nervous about something you needn’t be or when you aren’t about something he predicted you might. maybe he just finds everything about you cute.
he leans against the drying machine and watches happily as you put the washer to the right settings and start the cycle.
“so,” you say, turning your head to look at him, “do you have–” you’re cut off by the loud rush of water in the machine as it begins soaking your clothes—and his jacket—and you shake your head because you momentarily forgot just how loud it is. it’s the loudest washing machine you’ve ever used, you told him once. he himself is almost startled by it; you really weren’t kidding. he gives a little laugh and you can’t help but laugh a bit too. neither of you have to say anything to agree to go back upstairs.
he holds the basement door open for you and one of his big hands that you’re secretly so fond of hovers by the small of your back as you pass him and start up the stairs. only you think it’s a secret. he can tell how much you like to hold hands and fiddle with his fingers. you stare sometimes, too, but he’d never tell you that for fear of rendering you too flustered to function properly for the rest of the night.
“you were saying?” he says, encouraging you to continue now that he can actually hear you.
you can’t tell if it’s a blessing or not that he’s asked you to keep going while walking up the stairs. you sort of wanted to be watching his face when you asked, but you’re also thinking you might be grateful that you won’t in case it helps you feel less nervous. he’s just so handsome and sincere and lovely that it makes you nervous. you don’t know how to be casual around him. everything just feels so special and new and nerve-wracking.
“i was just wondering if you had another case lined up for tomorrow,” you tell him, hoping that you’re succeeding in sounding laid-back like you wish you could be. once again, he thinks it’s sweet you don’t always know how to act around him. “or, you know, anything like that,” you add on. you don’t want to ask without knowing if he has somewhere to be in the morning.
sam feels a spark of hope and a little bit of youthful giddiness that he hadn’t felt in a long, long time before you. “i don’t,” he says simply, “i don’t have anything tomorrow.”
you chew lightly on the inside of your cheek, considering your options. there’s still another flight and a half of stairs until you get to your floor and you’re thinking, despite how nervous it makes you, you really would like to be facing him as you ask. it’d be obvious and awkward if you wait until you’re back in your apartment, right? but it’s silly to ask in a stairwell, you think.
then you realize you're probably overthinking it. maybe neither of those things are true. maybe it doesn’t matter at all how you ask, so long as you do it. you know he’ll say yes, you know he’ll like the idea of it, and you’re pretty sure he’ll like the fact that you’re the one to bring it up first. and you’re pretty confident that you love him and that he really, truly cares about you too. that gives you a burst of confidence.
you turn around, right on the steps with your hands fidgeting with the hem of your shirt and a little, likely nervous looking smile on your lips. “do you want to sleep over tonight?” you ask, somehow able to make yourself sound more sure of things than you feel.
his lips curl into a happy, almost proud smile. it’s very obvious how much he adores you. all you have to do is look at him and see the way his adoration pools in his eyes and his dimples and shows in the lightness of his eyebrows and the showing of his front teeth. his hands that you love so much drift up to hold your waist, moving slowly so you can anticipate it. the touch still makes you draw in a steadying breath.
“i would love to. are you sure that’s alright with you?” he says. he’s trying to sound casual too, but it comes out more reverent than anything else.
your smile isn’t so nervous now. “mhmm,” you hum. “i’m sure.” this time, you really are sure. though, you still have to grip his shoulders for support when he kisses you, right in the stairway like he’d probably kiss you anywhere.
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after hours, a fluffy husband!Nanami oneshot
an: this one goes out to all the babes working through the holidays, in all forms<3
“Working late again, my love?” Nanami wrinkled his brow as he looked over your shoulder at the computer screen. “Is this the same project you’ve been working on all week?”
You rolled your neck, trying to ease some of the tension, and he took it as his cue to begin gently massaging your shoulders. “Yeah, it is,” you sighed. “I tried to tell my boss we should’ve started this months ago, but they ignored it until this week. Now I’ve got to get it all done by an impossible deadline.” You jabbed at the button to lower the brightness on your monitor. Your eyes stung, and it only frustrated you more. “It sucks.”
Nanami kept kneading your shoulders as he listened, softly pressing down when they rose up to your ears as you vented. “That sounds awful. They should have listened to you.”
“Mhm. But it doesn’t matter now, I still have to fix their problem.”
“There’s no one else that can do this? Or at least help?”
“Ha, no one else who can do it right, or on time.” You shrugged his hands off, ignoring the way it made him frown. “I’ll be working late tonight. Don’t stay up waiting for me, okay? Only one of us should have to suffer.”
He hummed dismissively. “I don’t think so. I’m keeping you company, at the very least.” He pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “You know how I feel about overtime.”
“It’s shit?”
“Exactly. I’ll be back in a moment.”
You slumped in your chair and scrolled through a few more pages of documentation as Nanami clattered around the kitchen. When he reappeared in the doorway, he was holding two mugs of tea, with a book tucked under his arm. Your softest pair of sweatpants were draped over his shoulder.
“What’s all this, Kento?”
He set the tea at your elbow and held out the sweatpants with a crooked smile. “Trying to help a little.” He knelt down in front of your chair. “Will you let me?”
You nodded and let your head fall back on the chair as he pulled off your trousers, your scowl easing just a bit. Kento’s touch was gentle and warm, chased by light kisses. He slid your comfy sweatpants on, smiling as you lifted your hips to let him work them up to your waist. “There we go. Better?”
“Much,” you conceded. He lifted your bare foot and pressed a kiss to the arch, like Prince Charming doting on Cinderella. But instead of a glass slipper, he adorned you in fuzzy socks.
Nanami didn’t give you a chance to protest as he pulled a chair up beside you and settled in, one hand resting firmly on your thigh. “We’ll see this through together, alright?” He opened the book he had brought in and began to read.
His silent support made the work go faster. Though it was a miserable slog, leaning your head on his shoulder or feeling his hand in your hair reminded you that there were better things waiting for you when the work was done.
True to his word, Nanami stayed up as late as you did, microwaving your tea, massaging your aching shoulders, and murmuring words of encouragement until your monster of an assignment was vanquished. You sent your last email and slammed the laptop shut with a triumphant grin, and he scooped you up in his arms. "You're incredible. My wife, the genius. My brilliant- what is it you say?" he stopped to think for a moment. "Corporate baddie."
You burst into a fit of laughter. "Where are you taking me?"
"To a well-earned rest, my love." You smiled into his chest, feeling a familiar heat between your legs, his sweetness and strong embrace making you want to feel the rest of your him, to reward him for his patience...
Despite your grand plans, you were half-asleep by the time he reached the bedroom. He laid you gently in bed and set to work wiping the makeup from your face with a reusable cloth- he wasn't new at this. "This" being taking care of you- by far the most important responsibility in his mind.
He accepted the half-asleep kisses you pressed to his lips between mumbled promises of what you'd do to him tomorrow, in thanks.
"As lovely as it sounds, at least I think," he teased, "I don't need to be rewarded for caring for you. I seem to remember saying some vows to that effect..."
You shushed him with another kiss, already drifting off beside him. Exactly where you belonged.
#nanami kento#nanami x reader#nanami comfort#husband!nanami#jjk x reader#jjk nanami#nanami fluff#jjk fluff#nanami x you
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"At this point, I might as well just tell it to you straight. I've got a whole bunch of opinions about you." "Uh... well... I knew that already. For ages now," Xie Lian said. "Oh really?" Mu Qing said coldly. "Then do you know that I often thought you relied on your status too much- that even though you were His Highness the Crown Prince, even though you had good fortune, your skills weren't that much better than mine?" "..." "I also thought that you probably only liked doing all those good deeds for show, because you wanted all the praise and flattery. And that you only helped me because of that- I was the perfect subject for you to demonstrate your sympathy and kindness on. To be honest, some of my opinions haven't changed, even now." (Vol. 8, pg. 54-55)
This does not sound like a guy who has/had a good opinion of Xie Lian.
This sounds like a guy who thinks Xie Lian is an arrogant nepo baby who does good deeds for the optics. And while he mentions Xie Lian's circumstances, it's all couched in what Xie Lian is doing with them. If there is a place in the novel where I'm meant to take away that Mu Qing's issues with Xie Lian were actually with his circumstances, please point it out to me. Because from where I stand, it looks like Mu Qing spends most of the novel with a pretty poor opinion of Xie Lian. He definitely feels resentment over the (original) differences in their stations, but that resentment very clearly rolls over into his resentment regarding Xie Lian and what he sees Xie Lian doing with his station.
Not only that, we see him react positively more than once to Xie Lian suffering/doing bad things. He's a little "cheered" to learn Xie Lian's living in a shack (1.219). He's in an "excellent mood" when Xie Lian is put under house arrest, and he's "uncontrollably excited" to think Xie Lian is responsible for the Gilded Banquet Massacre (2.183). He's smug and passive-aggressive when they're talking about Xie Lian's past as General Hua (1.323) He also accuses Xie Lian of only offering to help 'his general' re: the fetus spirit in hopes of sabotaging his case (5.55). All this is to say, we see throughout canon that this guy does not think highly of Xie Lian. They parted ways on bad terms, and Mu Qing spent 800 years convinced Xie Lian hated him. It took him seeing Xie Lian again after 800 years and being hit in the face again and again with how good he is to finally start admitting both his negative opinions and that despite them, he still admires Xie Lian "more often than not." (8.55)
You also mention how Xie Lian and Mu Qing might have been different if they'd swapped places. But they do swap places!. Xie Lian spends 800 years scavenging for scraps with the worst luck possible. Mu Qing spends 800 years in the heavens, one of Thee most powerful men in the Three Realms. One stays kind and generous, the other stays skeptical and paranoid. Childhoods can be formative, yes, but there comes a limit on when we can attribute everything to a difficult childhood rather than a person's character, and the feasibility gets really stretched when we're talking about characters who have been alive for over 800+ years. TGCF definitely focuses more on nature rather than nurture, for good reason. It's a central theme of the novel.
TGCF makes it clear: to change or to stay the same are both choices. Staying the same is not a default action- often, (especially under pressure) it is an active choice someone makes. Mu Qing had 800 years to unpack his issues and grow as a person. He didn't. I find it both lazy and boring to throw everything about Mu Qing under the label of 'virtually sealed' because he had a difficult childhood, especially when we see none of said childhood. On top of that, you're assuming Mu Qing likely would have been a better person had he been in Xie Lian's position, but the opposite is just as possible- who's to say being a prince wouldn't have made him worse? Look at Qi Rong. Xie Lian's parents are permissive as hell. That Xie Lian turned out how he did speaks to his character, not the people around him. And in canon Mu Qing may dislike being compared to the Crown Prince he once served, but I imagine that if their positions were swapped, he would have hated even more being outshone by a mere servant.
Also, forgive me if this is unwelcome, but I feel like your argument would be much stronger if you relied on textual evidence from the book from phases of Mu Qing's life that we actually see- for example, I do believe that watching Xie Lian crash and burn in Book 2/4 definitely discouraged him from ever sticking his neck out for someone else. It would discourage me! But talking about Mu Qing's childhood as crucial for understanding him when we get maybe a few sentences about it isn't very compelling. Mu Qing is an interesting character with a lot of depth and complexity, but reducing him down to 'he couldn't help it, and it was always about their stations anyway' does him a disservice.
There's something to be said about how Mu Qing and Jun Wu both held these ideas about Xie Lian and who he really is as a person- specifically, that his kind and forgiving nature is a lie, and deep down he's actually just like them. These are ideas Mu Qing and Jun Wu spent centuries believing, refusing to be convinced otherwise until they had no other choice.
But that's where their similarities end. Because while Mu Qing resents Xie Lian for his good character, he also honestly admires him for it. Jun Wu, on the other hand, 'loves' Xie Lian, but grows angrier each time he's reminded of how different they really are. And so I think it's very fitting that when Mu Qing finally swallows his pride and admits his preconceptions and faults to Xie Lian, it's on the Heavens-Crossing Bridge, the literal wreckage of Jun Wu's hopes and dreams.
#illuspeaks#mu qing#xie lian#tgcf meta#youre making a lot of claims without providing any connections to the text#your argument would be much stronger if you used specific examples and/or citations. as it is its a lot of conjecture#i hope that doesnt sound condescending- i mean it sincerely#i just cant resist giving some technical advice here. im sorry if its unwanted
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Part 1
Part 2 to teen! Ghost (reader is mentioned to being smaller than the others, but is otherwise gender neutral. minor mention of child abuse.)
This has to be some kind of joke. Maybe Ghost has a kid, and didn't know how to tell you. Maybe it's some elaborate prank, and Ghost is in his room, decompressing.
But... Price wouldn't joke around about something like this, especially not when it comes to Ghost. The looks on Soap and Gaz's face only further confirm the truth, and the pit in your stomach only widens.
It's the way this kid - Ghost, Simon, - stares at you that makes you want to throw up. You knew Ghost didn't have a good childhood, that there's no family for him to go home to anymore. But to see the haunted look of fresh trauma in this poor kid's eyes, it makes you hate the world. He's just a kid.
Wiping your hands on your pants, you give him a small smile. "Hey, kiddo. You're not in any trouble," you say, voice soft and gentle as you approach. You crouch down by the chair Simon's sitting in, making yourself smaller in an attempt to make him feel better.
It's weird, seeing just how small Ghost used to be. You've only ever know him as the brick powerhouse Lieutenant, tall and wide, the biggest man in the room. It's feels wrong, seeing him as nothing more than a scared child, barely taller than you are.
"Are you going to call my dad?" he asks, and the undertone of terror in his voice makes you want to cry. It makes you want to find whatever shithole Mr. Riley has called home and kill the old bastard with your bare hands.
Instead, you shake your head, answering softly, "No, Simon. We're not going to call your father."
He relaxes at that, shoulders sagging in relief. You could honestly cry, heart aching for this poor kid who's been dealt such a shitty hand. Somehow you don't.
"I need to ask you a couple of questions, sweetheart. I just need you to be honest with your answers, okay?" you tell him.
"O-okay," Simon agrees, glancing towards the door, where Soap and Gaz are standing. Gaz has a look on concern on his face, eyebrows pinched together and mouth downturned. Soap, on the other hand, is staring so intensely at Simon you'd think he was trying to kill him with his eyes.
While you know that's not the case, if anything he's probably trying to figure out how to help, you can see why Simon looks so nervous. Trapped in a room with four adults, three of whom are burly men, it's a miracle he hasn't had a panic attack.
"MacTavish," you call, and Soap's eyes fly to you. "Run to the mess. Bring back a water and a pudding cup, yeah? Vanilla preferably, butterscotch if they're out."
With Soap gone, Simon seems to relax a little more, his gaze returning to you. You give him another smile, and the ache in your heart eases a little when you notice the corners of his mouth twitch upwards in response.
"Am I right to assume that you don't recognize anyone in the room?" you ask.
Simon nods his head in confirmation.
"What's the last thing you remember?"
Simon's quiet for a moment, hands fidgeting together. You've never seen Ghost do that before, and you're not sure if it's a good or bad sign, but you don't call him out on it.
"Tommy and I went to bed, and... and I woke in that building, with the men with guns," Simon explains. He pauses, gesturing over to Gaz, "And then he came in and rescued me, and... then we rode in a helicopter back here."
You glance towards Gaz, who nods his head in confirmation. But that doesn't explain how Ghost suddenly became a teenager again. And if teen Simon is here, where's Ghost? All the variables make your head spin, and you need to be focused on what you can control right now.
It's Simon that brings you out of your spiraling thoughts. "Can I call my mom?" he asks meekly.
"No," Price answers, gruff and authoritative.
The sharpness in Price's tone makes Simon flinch, and you reach out to gently take Simon's hands in yours.
"You're going to have to sit tight, buddy, while we figure out how you got there. But I'll call your mom and let her know you're okay," you lie. The guilt hits immediately, but you can't bring yourself to deny him this small comfort, even if it's a lie.
"I can't talk to her?"
Simon's hands tighten around yours, when Price beats you to answer. "No. Enough questions."
#simon ghost riley#simon ghost riley x reader#teen!Ghost au#might be a little ooc but Simon's just a scared kid. cut him some slack#price means well. he's just unsure how to handle this situation.#everyone's worried for Ghost/Simon
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Character + Prompt/Request:
Crowe x GN!Reader, Sol x GN!Reader
Angst and drama. (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧
Warnings: cheating(in a sense, since you are with Sol in this moment but end up leaving him for Crowe.)
"I have always loved you."
The room grew deadly silent when Crowe let those words slip out of his mouth in the heat of the moment. Everyone froze in their actions, looking at each other. Then all eyes went to you...As you felt your heart sink and ache at those words, then felt your face heat up.
"...E-everyone?...Can you leave the room for a moment to let Crowe and I talk? Please?"
Everyone nodded to your request and silently left, while one person, one of your bridesmaids gave you a small pat on the shoulder, to comfort you I'm sure. But also, to maybe show pity over such a turn of events on today of all days.
Once everyone was gone, leaving you with Crowe alone in the room. You finally responded.
"Crowe...Don't you think this is too late?" You looked away for a moment, looking into the mirror, seeing yourself dressed in your chosen outfit for this day...A special day. You are to be married to Sol. It was decided even before graduation. That's how fast your love with him grew. Though you couldn't deny, in the end of it all, as much as you loved Sol, and decided to say yes to marrying him...
You still loved Crowe too.
"I thought that too...Until Brittney and the others told me its not too late until you say "I do". So I...God...What am I doing? This is your special big day. I should be here supporting you, wishing you all the best and nothing more. But seeing you like this...Who you're going to spend the rest of your life with...Knowing its not with me...I just..." Crowe frowned deeply, he looked close to crying over this all. He felt too much guilt over his own words now, wished he didn't even come here now.
Yet here he was, before you, letting out a confession that happened in the spur of the intense emotional moment. Now he couldn't even look at you.
"Crowe..." You gently took his face into your hands, making him look at you.
"...Do...do you really mean it? Do you really love me?" You asked, with sincerity as you looked into his eyes, and he looked back, as his gaze softened at your sight.
"I do, always have. From the very beginning." You couldn't help but smile at his words, and he leaned in closer to rest his forehead against yours.
"I love you too, Crowe...I do...
Crowe let out a soft sigh over this, happy to hear those words come from your lips. But also a sigh over what a mess this situation is now for you two.
"But Sol--" You started to add on, though were cut short.
"Leave him." Your eyes widened at his sudden response. He looked at you with seriousness as he took your hands in his.
"W-what?" You felt your face redden at Crowe's sudden brashness.
"You heard me. Let's run away from this place, from him, from everyone. Just you and me, Starlight. I promise, I'll make up for all the times I failed to say I love you sooner. I swear to protect you always, to love, to cherish, to--"
"Whoa whoa calm down, Crowe! You sound like you're proposing to me!"
"...And what if I was? You're not a married person yet...So..."
"Crowe...I'm still with Sol though. I can't just--"
Crowe looked down at your hand, seeing the promise ring still on you ring finger. "...May I then?"
"...I..." You looked at the ring, feeling your heart ache, the thought of Sol crossed your mind. You loved him, but you knew the love would never compare to Crowe...Your love for Crowe outweighed the one for Sol...
So you decided on it, to take the ring off. As if a weight was lifted off your shoulders, a string cut, as you gave your hand to Crowe to slowly take the ring off you. A decision made by the both of you.
"I promise, Starlight. You won't regret this." Crowe's words came out with a love so strong, it could engulf you in any moment you felt. Then the promise was sealed with a kiss, a kiss that one you didn't know you yearned for for so long until this moment.
~💚~
Though in that moment, elsewhere away from where you and Crowe were at. Sol felt a sudden chill run throughout his body, and his expression said it all.
"Sunny? Something wrong? Don't tell me you're getting cold feet now." Hyugo teased as he tried to help his friend get his suit properly on.
"...No...I just...I need to see Y/n." Sol said suddenly, as he started to leave the room.
"Wait hold up! You can't see them yet! Bad luck you know!" Hyugo tried to stop Sol but Sol only glared at him. Which instantly made him let him go. "...Don't say I didn't warn you, Sunny..." Hyugo let out a sigh as he rested his hands on his hips with a shake of his head.
~💚~
"Then its settled?" Crowe said with a bright smile, as he held your hands tighter.
"Yes...but we have to move fast, and hope no one sees..." Crowe cupped your face in his hands, giving you another but quick kiss.
"We'll be fine, Starlight. I promise. Nothing and no one will stop us now or separate us. I swear to you on that." Crowe really felt sure of this, felt sure your future together would be a happy one...That it'll be so easy to runaway and live happily ever after together.
"...Y/n? Pumpkin?" Both your eyes widened to the sound of that voice...His voice...Then looked over to see Sol at the door, at your only exit. Looking at you with widened eyes, a forced smile planted on his face. While his gaze was a mix of madness and anger. "Oh. I didn't know your friend would join us today. Too bad he won't be around for the ceremony. Since his visit will be cut short..."
Then you saw it, in Sol's hands, a knife. Which made your heart skip a beat and drop, as Crowe stood in front of you to shield and protect you...
Sometimes not everyone gets a happy ending however...
#;literature 🖋️#tkatb vn#the kid at the back vn#sol x reader#sol x mc#sol x you#crowe x you#crowe x reader#crowe x mc
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BONBON!!! need collegeau! carlos punishing artstudent!reader for going almost no contact with him when she was on her trip with mrs sainz. left him in the dark, wondering if she was with another man.. he needs to leaves so many marks so that no man goes near her for a while.. 🙏
LITERALLY AS SOON AS I FINISHED WRITING "INTO THE WOODS" I WAS LIKE I NEED TO GET TO EM'S ASK (and im combining 🍒 anon's ask in this as well!)
bon's thoughts (18+)
college!au carlos is at his study room, typing up an assignment that he has for his entrepreneurship class. his fingers drum against the keyboard before he adds another paragraph to his proposal. he leans back in his chair, reading over the word doc and then stiffening when he hears your laughter downstairs.
you had just come back from an art exhibition with his mother. you spent the past two weeks ignoring his texts, never picking up his calls. every time he did call, it was always when you were talking with an art director about trying to get your paintings to another gallery across the globe. by the time you'd get back to your hotel room, you're passed out and dozing off, completely oblivious to the thousand calls carlos was spamming you with.
mrs. sainz is making pasta for everyone tonight, and she smiles at you, "my dear, would you mind going upstairs and getting carlos? i heard he hasn't eaten anything since lunch, no snacks or juice! my poor boy must be starving!"
you laugh, slipping off the stool and nodding your head, "will do, mrs. sainz!" and you skip out of the kitchen, heading up the stairs. you approach his room, and pause in front of his door. you peer into the small crack and see him working diligently, his glasses on. he never really wore glasses that often, only if he was locked in and trying to get his work done. but ugh, he looked really good wearing it. you clear your throat, knocking on the door, "carlos! your mom's calling you for dinner!"
"come in!" carlos barks, cracking his knuckles. you enter, closing the door behind you,
"hey!" you smile, but your face falls when you see that he's glaring at you. he gestures for you to walk over to him and you sigh, reaching him behind his desk and running a hand through his hair, "hey, what's up? is your college work too much?" but before you can get a response, he shuts his laptop, placing it to the side and tosses all the papers and pencils onto the ground before picking you up and slamming you onto the table. you gasp out loud as he's tearing your clothes off, spreading your legs wide. he lets a trail of his saliva flow onto your pussy, his fingers sliding the spit along your folds which causes you to choke back a moan as you gaze at him with wide eyes. he chuckles, darkly,
"very cute of you, hermosa," he snickers, licking your clit, "i think my dinner's right here." and he wraps his entire mouth around your cunt, slurping the sweet juice you have to offer him. you're shaking as he continues, and folds you into a mating press as he rubs his nose against your clit, inhaling your scent, "fuck, i've spent two weeks without your calls and texts, imagine how much i missed you, princesa"
and you gulp, realizing that he didn't forget the fact that you forgot to call him back. he's holding onto your wrists to make sure you can't hold onto his hair as his tongue delves deeper, his head shaking against your cunt which has you crying out loud about how good his tongue is. truth is you missed him too, but you wouldn't say that because you knew his ego would get bigger. when you cum around his tongue, he lets his tongue drag up to your tits, sucking and biting anywhere that he can find. he's marking your neck, your forehead, your collarbones, even your arms, all while his cock is pistoning inside of you without stopping.
"are you going to cum? hm, is that what's going to happen?" he mocks your pleas as you're frantically nodding your head, telling him how close you were. he laughs, shaking his head, "i thought you were fucking some other man, i thought you had forgotten all about me... me, the man that even got you those art exhibitions! fuck, i think the only way you'll ever understand is if i get you pregnant. my cum flowing out of you every night. my mama will be so happy to be the grandmother to our child."
"carlos!" you scream, clenching around his cock as his nibbles your ear. your legs are stretched so wide you know you're going to be limping back downstairs. a knock on the door makes you snap your head to the side, and carlos is grinning as he's pounding into you faster.
"carlos, what's taking you so long?" mrs. sainz asks from the other side, and carlos groans quietly to himself at the feeling of your pussy swallowing him, taking him deeper,
"just a bit... fuck, busy with work mama! we'll be out soon, don't worry! give me 10 more minutes!" he yells, and mrs. sainz sighs,
"take your time! your work comes first, mi hijo!" her footsteps grow quieter as she heads back downstairs, and carlos grabs your jaw, forcing you to look back at him,
"you heard what she said, mi zorra, you better hope mi mama doesn't see my cum all over you," and you whimper out loud, biting your lip at the thought of being drenched from head to toe in his cum. he giggles, shaking his head, "you'd like that, wouldn't you? and who am I to deny my princesa?"
#bon's anons#bon's moots#emchante#bon's asks#🍒 anon#carlos sainz smut#carlos sainz x reader#carlos sainz x reader smut#carlos sainz x female reader#carlos sainz x female reader smut#carlos sainz imagines#carlos sainz drabbles#carlos sainz headcanons#carlos sainz one shots#carlos sainz fanfiction#carlos sainz fanfic#cs55#cs55 x reader#cs 55 smut#cs55 x reader smut#carlos sainz x you#carlos sainz x you smut#f1 smut#f1 x reader#f1 x reader smut#f1 x reader fanfic#f1 x reader fanfiction#f1 x female reader#f1 x female reader smut#f1 x you
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fuckgirl!reader flirting with loser!matt, but she’s drunk so he’s just acting all nonchalant abt it
ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 loser!matt babysits drunk fuckgirl!reader
the bass thumps in your chest, the music a relentless pulse that matches the dizzying swirl of the room. everything’s fuzzy—lights blurring into streaks, voices overlapping into a symphony of noise. you don’t remember how many drinks you’ve had, but it’s definitely more than you should’ve.
and then there’s matt. sweet, awkward matt.
"matt," you whine over the music that echoes in your ears, drawing out his name, your hand reaching for his sleeve. your fingers barely graze the fabric before you lose balance, tumbling halfway into his lap.
he catches you, because of course he does, his reflexes sharper than you’d expect. "careful," he says, voice dry but not unkind.
"i am careful," you insist, dragging yourself up and planting one hand on his chest for stability. it’s a nice chest—solid under your palm. "you’re just in my way."
"can we go upstairs?" you say feigning sweetness with a crooked smirk, your breath warm against his neck.
"nah." he leans back and manspreads on the couch, cool as ever, like he’s immune to your charms. it’s sickening.
"why not?" you pout, tugging at his arm. your dress rides up as you move, not that you care—matt’s the only one looking, and isn’t that the point?
"because you’re drunk kid," he says simply, tilting his head like he’s assessing whether you’re about to topple over again.
"so?" you challenge, a teasing grin spreading across your face. "you’re supposed to take care of me, aren’t you? that’s what guys do at parties, right? fuck pretty girls?"
he rolls his eyes but doesn’t let go when you wrap your arms around his neck. "m'not fucking you kid," he snickers.
you groan, a little too loud, and press your forehead against his. "you’re no fun, matt. chris would fuck me. he would probably die for the chance."
"yeah, but i’m not chris," he says, gently disentangling your arms from his neck.
"clearly," you mutter, falling back onto the couch in a dramatic heap. you look up at him, your eyes hooded and pleading. "don’t you think i’m pretty, though?"
he snorts, shaking his head. "nice try."
"what the fuck is that supposed to mean?" you demand, half-offended, half-sickened by how unaffected he is.
"it means you’re wasted, and you’re not gonna trick me into saying something stupid," he says, leaning down to pull a blanket off the back of the couch. he drapes it over your legs, ignoring your protests.
"you’re boring," you declare, crossing your arms with a drunken frown.
"and you’re a fucking mess," he counters, his smirk softening into something almost fond. "but don’t worry. i’ve got you."
his words hit you in a way you didn’t expect—soft and steady, but somehow leaving a mark. it makes your chest tighten, your thighs hot, and your stomach flip.
you know he’s just being responsible matt, always the boring one, always the one making sure things don’t spiral out of control. but the way his eyes linger on yours, the hint of warmth behind the teasing, makes you need him even more.
you grab his hand, holding onto it like it’s the only thing keeping you grounded. "matt," you say again, but this time it’s quieter, your voice dipping into something softer, almost vulnerable.
"what now?" he asks, half-laughing, though his hand doesn’t pull away.
"just one little kiss, at least. please?" you say, your voice dropping into something softer, more pleading.
he laughs, shaking his head like you’re ridiculous. "not happening."
"you're the fucking worst," you whine, ripping your hand from his and sinking into the couch again.
"sleep it off kid," he says, his voice softer now. "you’ll thank me later."
𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: the way i literally was writing this without even seeing this anon! i was abt to publish it and then checked my inbox and i was like :o that's perfect. so i copy and pasted the draft here.
thank you for reading! <3
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#matt sturniolo#matthew sturniolo#sturniolo triplets#matt sturniolo smut#sturniolo smut#ᰔᩚ loser!matt x fuckgirl!reader prompt#ᰔᩚ loser!matt x fuckgirl!reader#chrissturnsfav ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི
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I LOVE UR TIM FICS SM HES LITERALLY MY BABY I LOVE HEARING PPL TALK ABT HIM MORE‼️‼️
Anyway I was wondering if I could request a fic of reader teasing/flirting with Tim to see him blush and maybe throw in some smooches stolen
TY IF U CHOOSE TO WRITE THIS 🙏🙏
Tim, are you blushing? | tim drake x reader
a/n: sorry for the wait, i hope you like this <3
For someone so brilliant, so capable of leading teams and solving impossible cases, Tim turned into an adorable mess when flustered.
And you? Well, you'd made it your personal mission to see that blush as often as possible. Because after all, if a loophole is present, why not take advantage of it?
"Hey, pretty boy," you called out, leaning against the doorframe of the Batcave's computer station. Tim was hunched over the keyboard, analyzing some ridiculously complex case. Typical.
He hummed in acknowledgment, not looking up. So absorbed into his work he did not even hear you properly.
You grinned, skipping over to where he was sitting. "You know, for someone with such amazing detective skills, you're pretty oblivious."
That got his attention. "What do you mean?"
"Well," you draped yourself over the back of his chair, your breath tickling his ear, "you haven't noticed I've been wearing your hoodie all day."
Tim's typing stuttered to a halt. He turned slowly, those blue eyes widening as he finally noticed his favorite hoodie draped over your frame. His scent, the mix of tea, lavender and talk is so strong and most of all, it all over you.
"I- when did you-" A pink tint crept up his neck.
"This morning. After you left for patrol" You hummed, moving to sit besides him. "It's super comfy. I might keep it."
"That's- I mean-" He cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure. "You can't just steal my clothes."
"Why not? Do I not look good in it?," you grinned, showing off your figure teasingly. And there it was. That full-blown blush you'd been aiming for. "Besides, you love seeing me in your clothes. Don't even try to deny it."
Tim ran a hand through his messy black hair, a nervous habit you know too well by now. "You're– i.. Well, damn it" he stutters flustered as he bites his lower lip.
His blue eyes looking at yours intensly, his face illuminated thanks to the batcave computer. And you did not miss how his eyes darted from your face to your lips. Well… who are you lose an opportunity, right? You lean over and quickly steal a peck.
A rather embarrassing yet endearing quiet moan leaves his lips at the unexpected yet welcome contact.
“You did not just..” he looks at you with his mouth slightly apart like a fish.
You reached out, gently brushing his bangs from his eyes. "Aw, so cute." it was not meant to come accross in a mocking way, but objectively speaking, you were feeling so damn cocky right now.
Your comment is what makes him react though. In a few seconds he stood up, his hands on your waist squeezing, as his forehead rests against yours. So close, damn he is so hot. Your heart did a little flip at the sudden proximity.
"You think you're so clever, don't you?"
"I know I am."
"Always teasing me," he murmured, leaning somehow even closer. "Always trying to make me blush."
"Can you blame me? You're adorable when you're flustered. I just wanna kiss you senseless."
His eyes flickered to your lips. "Maybe I should return the favor."
Before you could come up with a witty response, he was the one to closed the distance this time, pressing his lips to yours in a sweet, soft kiss. It was your turn to be surprised, melting into him as one of his hands moved to cup your cheek.
When he pulled back, there was a triumphant gleam in his eyes. "Now who's blushing?"
You laugh quietly. "Always needing to have the last word hmm?" Your hands go on his hips.
You two spent the rest of your afternoon kissing. Smiling maybe too much for it to be perfect, but somehow that made it even better. And if anyone noticed that Tim's productivity took a serious hit that afternoon, or the fact that he looked like he ran a marathon-- with his messy hair, panting breath, red cheeks and puffy lips-- well, nobody pointed it out.
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somethin' smoking weed does not replace
summary: Carmy gets high off your cart for the first time
title from: "Stick Season" by Noah Kahan
word count: 0.6k
content warnings: recreational smoking, dry humping, nothing crazy def a fade to black moment
side note: today's blurb is dedicated to my beloved Maggie!! happy holidays my love, I'm so glad I get to call you my friend <3
Carmen is not new to smoking. He smokes cigarettes enough through the day that his lungs are accustomed to it. They expect it.
However, he's not as familiar with weed as he'd like to pretend to be. Mikey brought it around once or twice, but Carmy was always too worried about the long-lasting effects to indulge. Sugar always scrunched her nose at the mention of it, less in favor of recreational smoking.
So it's safe to say he's got limited experience with weed and getting high.
You, on the other hand, have a decent amount of experience. Using carts and edibles and the occasional joint to get your high. Most of the time, you smoked before Carmy came over or he watched you smoke periodically throughout the night before bed.
When he asks you what it's like, you can't help but smile at him, offering him the cart in your hands. Carmy's hesitant, looking at the object with a frown and furrowed brow.
"It's like," you hum softly. "Like you're unburdened. Floating. No anxieties. Real quiet.."
Your words are loose, trying to find some metaphor for how you feel right now.
"It's like I'm only worried about what I'm feeling in the moment, and that's it." You tell him, leaning your face against the cushion beside you.
Your words must inspire something because he's grabbing your still extended cart and bringing it to his mouth to take a long inhale. His confidence makes you whistle lowly, watching as he pulls a face before exhaling the smoke. His coughing fit afterward surprises himself and makes you chuckle.
"Careful, bub," you tell him, offering him your glass of water off the coffee table. Carmy takes it graciously, taking a quick sip and following it with another.
You let him take a few more before he passes it back to you, leaning back against the arm rest. You can see when it starts working through his system, Carmy burying his face against his arm along the back of the couch. You watch him silently as you take another hit, blowing the smoke away from his face.
You learn quickly how touchy Carmy is while high.
It starts off small, his hand sliding up your calf and kneading the flesh softly. Soon, he's got both hands massaging at your legs, tapping an inconsistent rhythm into your skin. His face flushes when you groan at his actions, leaning back into the couch cushions. Carmy doesn't crawl up your body until you open your arms to him, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head on your chest.
The feeling of his half hard erection against your leg surprises you. Not entirely, given how easy he is to get riled up, but you didn't expect him to be so affected while high.
Carmy sighs as he buries his nose in your neck, wrapping his arms tighter around you to keep your bodies flush. His thighs bracket your leg, letting him straddle your thigh and push his up against your core.
He's a little embarrassed at how hard he is already. Just looking at you was enough to cause a stirring in his jeans that had him flustered against your skin. His kisses are featherlight as he trails them along your neck and jaw, nipping softly at the juncture under your ear.
"Let me make y'feel good.... Please, baby..." Carmy pleads. The pressure of his thigh is enough to be teasing as he grinds against your hips. His lips are needy as he places messy kisses along your neck in hopes of enticing you.
Carmy is responsive to your own moans, whining into your skin as he slips his fingers past your waistband.
"Please, please, baby..." Carmy whines, tracing your hips lightly. You hum softly, winding your fingers through his curls and giving a soft tug.
"Okay, Carmy... Make me feel good.." You tell him.
And that's all the prompting Carmy needs before he's dipping his fingers into your underwear, making you gasp and squeeze your eyes shut.
Even high, Carmy is an expert with his hands.
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thinking about how dino is fucking you in the right places hitting the spots and placing his palm on your lower belly, asking if you can feel him in your guts 😵💫 i feel like he would absolutely do that whilst smirking and being all cocky at how cock drunk you are
Anon I had to stop what I was writing and I had to write this oh my god I hope you enjoy 🤭
Dino grins down at you, his eyes filled with a mixture of smugness and satisfaction as he continues to thrust into you. He knows exactly what he's doing, hitting all the right spots and making you see stars with every movement. He reaches down and places his palm flat against your lower belly, feeling the way his cock is moving inside you.
"Can you feel me, baby?" he asks, his voice low and teasing. "Can you feel me deep inside you?"
You can only nod in response, your words failing you as pleasure washes over you in waves. He smirks at your reaction, his hand pressing down slightly as if to emphasize the feeling.
"Good," he growls, his eyes dark with desire. "I want you to feel every inch of me, to feel how I'm claiming you from the inside out."
He shifts his position slightly, angling his hips to hit even deeper inside you. He can feel your body responding to him, the way your muscles clench and tighten around him with every thrust.
"You're so tight," he groans, his hand still on your lower belly. "So hot and wet for me."
His fingers trace the outline of his cock on your lower belly, feeling the way it moves in and out of you with each thrust.
"Fuck," he mutters, his eyes fixed on the sight. "You look so damn good like this, all filled up with me."
He continues to watch, his eyes filled with a mixture of possessiveness and desire.
"I love seeing you like this," he murmurs, his hand still tracing patterns on your skin. "All mine, all spread out for me."
He can't help but smirk at the look on your face, your eyes glazed over with pleasure and your expression completely blissed out.
"You're so cock drunk for me," he says, his voice low and amused. "It's so damn hot."
He leans down, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, "You're completely at my mercy right now, aren't you?"
He nips at your earlobe, his hand still on your lower belly, feeling the way your body reacts to his words.
You glance down, your eyes widening as you see the outline of his cock twitching beneath his hand. He lets out a low chuckle, his eyes darkening with lust as he sees you looking.
"See what you do to me?" he growls, his hand pressing down slightly against your stomach. "You make me lose control like no one else can."
His pace becomes more erratic, his hips moving faster as he feels his own orgasm approaching.
"I'm so close," he grunts, his grip on your hip tightening as he holds you in place. "You're gonna make me come so hard."
He pulls out of you just in time, his cock slick with your juices as he takes it in his hand. With a low groan, he strokes himself a few more times before he comes, his release spilling out onto your stomach in hot spurts.
He watches as his cum lands on your skin, his chest heaving with exertion. He runs his fingers through the mess, smearing it all over your stomach as he admires the sight.
"Look at you," he says, his voice rough with satisfaction. "Covered in my cum, marked as mine."
He leans down, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, "Don't forget the feeling of me inside you, baby. The way I filled you up so perfectly."
He nips at your earlobe again, his hand still tracing patterns in the cum on your stomach.
"You're mine now, completely and utterly mine."
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Naruto men with a chubby s/o
Tw: mention of stretch marks and weight loss, but overall it's mostly just fluff
(Includes: Kakashi, Obito, Gaara, Kankuro, Shisui, Itachi, Sasuke, Madara and Naruto)
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Kakashi
Loves absolutely everything about you and doesn't shy away from showing you off to everyone
Touch starved bby loves to snuggle with you and use your stomach as his personal pillow. It's his favourite part of your body, aside from your face and hands
Would never judge or scrutinize you if you choose to eat something unhealthy as a little treat
Even though Kakashi is known for his level-headedness and overall chill demeanor, he has a zero tolerance policy when it comes to snide remarks aimed at you and will brutally destroy everyone who said the wrong thing with his words alone
Obito
This man is on his hands and knees appreciating you and your perfect body
Can't keep his hands to himself and finds it adorable when you chide him for getting handsy. (He just can't help it, okay?? You're just so soft and squishy and warm. The perfect snuggle buddy for the certified cuddle bug)
If you have stretch marks, rest assured that Obito will find them just as beautiful as the rest of you and trace and even kiss them oh so tenderly
Wouldn't hesitate to deck everyone square in the face who dares to say something even remotely insulting to you
Gaara
Thinks you're the definition of perfection and divinity
Loves resting his head on your thighs and will fiercely shower you with love and words full of adoration should you ever feel insecure about them (or any part of your body for that matter)
Would never tease you about your weight, let alone even think about it (#1 supportive king with the purest of hearts)
Should you ever find yourself struggling with finding fitting clothing, Gaara will ensure you're always dressed nicely/comfy by hiring someone to make clothes tailored to your preferences
Kankuro
Completely and utterly adores and loves you to the moon and back. And no amount of prejudice can or will change that. Quite the contrary actually. The more people try to tell him to break up with you and "choose wiser" next time, the more stubborn and protective he gets
He's cool with people making jokes about themselves, including you and himself as well. But he will intervene immediately if he feels that you are overdoing it and actively destroying your self-confidence
Shamelessly grabs and smacks your ass every chance he gets. He just loves watching it jiggle or giving it a firm, but not bruising, squeeze. His motto is: "If I can't grab it, I'll slap it"
He's your biggest hype-man and will stop at absolutely nothing to make you feel good about yourself and boost your confidence
Shisui
Shisui is not afraid of showing his complete adoration for you and worshipping you like those ancient deities. That's how high his standards are for himself
That man would literally die to have you lay on top of him and smother him with your love while touching you everywhere. And by that, I really mean everywhere
Loves to fluster you by calling you things like "Gorgeous" and "Sexy" and winking playfully at you (It's his way of boosting your confidence)
He's more than happy with your body and how things are. But should you utter the wish to lose some weight, he will be right there to support and encourage you on your journey
Itachi
When he looks at you, all he sees is a smart, attractive and overall just lovely person who deserves the world and nothing less
Will listen patiently to you whenever you're feeling insecure about yourself and offer advice and words of encouragement once you're done venting
On particularly bad days, like when you're talking about yourself in a self-deprecating way, Itachi will gently interrupt you and start listing all the things he loves about you. It hurts him seeing you being so harsh on yourself and counters it by being gentle in response
Doesn't give a flying fuck about what society considers "normal" or "desirable". You are the apple of his eye, his beloved. And he's pretty damn happy with you as his partner
Sasuke
Despite the general assumption that Sasuke is more the superficial type of guy, he actually doesn't care what body type you have. He loves you for who you are. Looks are secondary in his eyes
He won't judge you if you have a sweet tooth or like hearty meals, but he still makes sure you maintain a healthy and balanced diet, for example by cooking with you
If someone's mean to you, I guarantee you that be will not let that slide and make it his mission to teach whoever made you feel bad about yourself a very unpleasant lesson
When you're cuddling, Sasuke will gently trace the crevices in your skin, making sure you can feel his love for you in every single one of his touches
Madara
This man adores every pound on your body and does not tolerate any self-deprecating comments, joking or not
If you're feeling insecure about yourself, he will acknowledge your feelings and remind you that he wouldn't be with you if you weren't attractive, both inside and out
Can effortlessly pick you up and carry you around and will do so to prove his point (his point being that you're effing perfect and should give zero fucks about what others think of you)
If he catches someone saying something negative about your weight/appearance or even looking at you the wrong way, he will glare at them with his sharingan activated and put them in a Genjutsu where he makes them go through their deepest fears and relive their most gruesome memories
Naruto
Another supportive king who would go absolutely feral if someone offended you and would happily get into a fistfight with them to defend your honour
Absolute sweetheart who loves every curve of yours and thinks you're the most beautiful person on earth. He's not necessarily good with words, but he wears his heart on his sleeve and will make you feel loved and desired in his very own, unique way
Dead ass Talk-no-jutsu's you if you ever doubt yourself and/or struggle to see your own worth and beauty. You eventually have to shut him up with a kiss because otherwise he would spend the next two hours gushing about you to you
Clings to you like a baby monkey every chance he gets, because he just loves loves loves how huggable and soft you are and how much comfort you bring him
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Hyewwo, if you don't mind.. 👉👈
I, U, and X for Lighter? 🥺 Thank you so much for what you do!
main event page - event masterlist
I: Injury - how do they act when you get hurt? No matter the severity of the injury, Lighter worries about you. Something bad happenning to you is like his worst nightmare, so his eyes instinctively fly to you in a panic every time you make any sound of pain, even if it's just a papercut or stubbed toe. If you get seriously injured, though, he's an absolute wreck. He wants so badly to protect you and make sure you're okay, but seeing you in so much pain and covered in your own blood has him losing it, the closest he's getting to helping is half-begging half-threatening anyone with medical training to Do Something. He hates hospitals, but he won't leave your side until you're okay, even if you end up in one. Won't even let himself sleep until your condition is stable. And as your recovering and sent home, you'll have a 24/7 assistant and guard until you're back to tiptop shape, that brief taste of losing you has him extra protective, even permanently.
U: Upset - how would they comfort you if you're upset? Lighter is a practical man - he's great if you're frustrated about something and need to vent since he'll analyse all the details with you, picking apart the situation and helping you to decide the next course of action. But that's not the most helpful response when the feelings are more fresh, and he understands that. He doesn't really know what to do with himself if you cry in front of him - he hates to see you so upset and he rarely knows what to say to make you feel better. Instead, he'll opt to just hold you, pressing soft kisses into your hair and mutter soft reassurances, little "I'm here"s and "you're okay"s. As you start recovering, his mission becomes to make you laugh, whether it takes a corny joke or a tickle attack with kisses pressed all over your face, distracting you until you're ready to talk through whatever upset you.
X: X-Ray - how easily can they read their partner? how easy are they to read? Lighter is really perceptive - he's really good at reading people in general, so he sees through you so easily with how much time you spend together. He can always tell if there's something bothering you, or if you're particularly attracted to something he does. The first he uses for good, coaxing you to talk about it or getting you a treat to cheer you up before you even tell him something's wrong. He'll find solutions you didn't know existed to problems you barely have, and all you have to do is make one slightly frustrated sigh. The latter he uses for pure evil, he's an absolute menace, showing off the things he knows you like. No matter how cool you try to play it, he can Tell he's affecting you, its lowkey infuriating how proud of himself he looks. When it comes to reading him, its a bit tougher. He's pretty good at hiding and repressing his thoughts when he wants to, not letting them show on his face. Besides, his sunglasses make it a bit harder to read his expressions. But with you, he doesn't hide his thoughts that often, especially in private, and you can pretty easily tell exactly what he's feeling just from his face. Between that and how easily he reads you, you can probably have whole conversations with him just using facial expressions
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it was all by my design, now, you're mine !
in which goody-two shoes! reader reveals their first time meeting was just the first step of their plan: get deuce spade.
author's note: can be read as a stand alone, but it references my old works: pre-nrc deuce + goody-two shoes reader!
wc: 1.5k
deuce spade
You were stuck in the world you carefully curated; it was comforting, and all your steps had a calculated outcome. You were control, elegance, and…
“Strike!” Your instructor told as you fell to the ground. Truth be told, you were not in control as you’d like. The world plays you just as you play it, and it was winning this game you set out for the year. Usually, you’d grumble and glare at being outplayed, but today was different because Deuce Spade was waiting for you. Today marks the day you first crossed paths with him from a few years ago.
You vividly remembered the blonde hair, patched-up wounds, and gruff attitude. Deuce pulled you in with a simple encounter, and from that day onwards, you curated every part of your world to make it effortless. To pull two souls together.
You smiled as you dusted off yourself, the instructor smiling as they helped. However, as you were being helped out, you planned on the next match on the spot. You saw how the grip on your instructor was relatively more potent, which means you have to train your strength to outgrow that grip. Your calculations furthered as you stood up and looked over the facility; you’d consider the softness and roughness of each place you stood in. But that can wait. The clock on your wrist ticked, and you ran to change out of your uniform. Each tick was a second wasted.
Before leaving, you left a towel on the ground. It “fell” from your bag. You heard a stumble when you left the locker room. You saw the instructor holding his wrist as he stumbled out of the training room to the infirmary. You smile, bingo. Guess that means no training for the next week.
“On time, as usual, babe,” a voice noted as you rushed out of the building to be greeted by your lovely boyfriend, Deuce Spade. He wore his casual attire as he went out of Night Raven to see you. You smile widely as you rush into his arms, missing the feeling of being with him.
“Oh, my Sevens. You’re here.” You whispered, excited to see him sneak off again with his Magic bike. You were surprised to see him; after all, he told you that the dorm he was assigned to had become strict. Deuce winked and showed off a letter with a sealed signature.
The letter was a simple approval letter, allowing him to leave the campus, signed off by a Riddle. You laugh in glee as you drag him to the Magic Bike and give directions to the place you meticulously planned for this moment. As you ride the bike, you check the time and smile.
We’re on time.
“So, babe, why did you want to meet up with me? Exams are about to finish. Usually, you’d reserve our meetings after the exam period. Miss me that much?” Deuce laughed as you stalled in the lanes, waiting for the traffic lights to turn green. You stare at the sky, and a starry night greets your vision.
“I…” You were about to say something, a planned response, but the lights turned green. The moment it turned green, Deuce turned unexpectedly and went fast. You yelped and laughed loudly as you sped through the roads at a reasonable speed.
“Jerk, I WAS about to say something.” You playfully glared at Deuce, who laughed and shook his head. You pout as you realize that the speed allowed you and Deuce to arrive early at the cafe you had a reservation for.
Oh, we’re early.
The clock on your wrist felt heavy as the time you enjoyed slipped quickly. It was never like this. You were always conscious of time, but not on this level. Deuce smiled softly as he noticed how antsy you looked at every clock. He held your hand as you brought yourself back to reality.
“Breathe in, that’s it. Hey, baby, welcome back to Twisted Wonderland,” Deuce teased as you flush back into the environment you're in. How does he know what to say? You kicked his feet under the table and smiled. He glared playfully and kicked you back.
Your time with him starts to dwindle more, and the sands of time ebb away with each laugh you both share. Deuce noticed it, too; he frowned at the implication that you won’t cross paths for a while. As you two stared into each other’s eyes, your heart jumped out of your chest.
“It’s unfair how you stole my heart, Spade,” you glared as you subtly pushed the salt shaker to him, which would stumble and cause a delay in your stay at the cafe. Deuce smiled as he pinched your cheeks. He lowered his hand and pushed the salt shaker. Granules of salt fell onto the table and your lap; Deuce blushed and apologized as he tried to fix things.
You smile, point one for you again. The world may ebb away time but can’t ebb away your purposeful design. Deuce apologized as he managed to clean most of it; with your help, you both left with apologetic looks as you hurriedly shuffled out of the cafe.
As you both exit the cafe, you recheck your wrist. The clock ticked, and it seemed to slow down. You noticed one thing:
We’re late, but that’s good.
Unbeknown to your periphery, Deuce was catching on to your habit of checking the watch on your wrist. He innocently asked the time and saw how your ever-goody-two-shoes self responded,
“Twenty-two hundred and five. Or 10:05.” You respond curtly and look at him with that gorgeous smile. Deuce sighed as both of you approached his bike; before you could climb up, you felt Deuce grab your wrist. You gulped; this felt serious.
“Baby, you keep checking the time. Is there something you should be telling me?” You blush as you see Deuce smile and give you that look. That was the same look that got you hooked on him. It was a gentle yet loving look.
“I swear, it’s nothing. I’m just… Saving time. Like, why waste our limited time together, yeah?” You said, embarrassed as you never were confronted with this question. Deuce analyzed your reactions, and you posed for him. He rolled his eyes and laughed.
“Fine. Oh, by the way, I think I figured out why you wanted to meet today,” He teased as he helped you wear the helmet for the bike. You hop on and let out a curious hum. You are aware, but was he?
“Oh? Why did I want to meet you today?”
“It's the day we first met. I marked it.”
You felt your body freeze as you realized the world had won against you again. This was not in your plan? You glanced at Deuce from the side mirror and saw him smirking. You slapped his shoulder and shook your head in disbelief.
“Shocked, I remember? Come on, babe, but I can tell you wanted to see me more often from the moment I saw you.”
“No?!” You said, embarrassed as you tried to rationalize each moment. When did your mask slip up? Did he know that with every move you played just saw, you can even become friends? You bit your lip, trying to remember the details that could’ve…
“Okay, fine… I set the whole thing up. I’m sorry. I made every encounter, even the first time, from a plan. I planned everything in this relationship!” You tear up as you feel shame. It was your guilty pleasure to set things up in your favor and keep things in check; it was something you learned to do ever since as a kid. You hiccup as the tears seem to slip out. Did the universe just win again?
Deuce panicked and pulled over to a park. The watch on your wrist felt heavier, and before you could check on it again, Deuce snatched it and kept it in his pocket. You gasp as you try to calm yourself and ground the situation– why were you crying?!
“Babe, there’s nothing to be sorry for. Why are you saying sorry? Babe, I knew. From the moment I saw you, I saw a spark in your eyes. I felt that spark, didn’t you?” Deuce said as he hugged you. Honestly, you felt shocked. Did he notice? Not to offend him, he wasn’t necessarily the sharpest tool in the shed, but he had a heart that could rival even the saints!
You hiccup with tears as Deuce wiped your tears away. The tears kept flowing as you finally realized you lost. All because Deuce knew. Oddly enough, you didn’t mind. Deuce made losing to the universe worth it.
“I felt it from the get-go,” You respond to his frantic questioning before laughing and hugging him tearfully. You both hug the feelings away, pulling away from the hug just to lock eyes. You felt your heart rush and leaned in, allowing the feelings to burst forth. Before you can kiss, however, the alarm you set from your watch rings in his pocket. He pulled the wristwatch out, and you saw a glimpse of the past flash in your eyes. He stomped on the watch.
“Screw the time.” He declared before blushing and apologizing that he ruined your watch. You laugh and shake your head, before stomping on the clock too.
Right on time, but who cares?
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